"Chief Liu, I know you mean well," Shi Chengyan said coldly, tilting his head up at the sky and holding back his tears. "My own nephew is dead. So what if I do it?"
Fine. Chief Liu knew that Shi Chengyan, a famed constable in the yamen, was brimming with fury and would not rest until he vented it himself. He could only shake his head and fetch the dog's blood that had long been prepared.
"It's here." A Daoist had delivered it. Black dog's blood warding off evil was really just a folk belief and had little effect on its own, but they would have plenty of dealings with Divine Shrines in the future, so they had to give the yamen runners courage. This black dog's blood had therefore been enchanted. Not only could it repel evil, it could also break a god's vital essence.
Before they had even set out, they had prepared a whole jar of black dog's blood. As Shi Chengyan stepped into the hall and examined the goddess statue seated above, the Daoist had already directed two constables to carry the jar inside.
"Old Shi, we've brought the stuff over. Are you really planning to do it yourself..."
Chief Liu did not dare enter. He peered into the hall through the doorway, seeing curtains upon curtains and the dignified yet graceful goddess statue faintly visible beyond them. Fear rose in his heart. He had wanted to ask, Are you really going to make your move now?
But Shi Chengyan walked straight to the jar, took it from the two men with one hand, and carried it toward the statue. Chief Liu swallowed hard and said nothing.
Just as he drew a few steps closer, a sudden "buzz" sounded. A faint glow appeared around the statue,